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We used to live near the graveyard and couldhear the people crying when burying thei beloved ones. People used to place food, rice,chocolate or fruit on the gravestones to help those who didn’t have any food.When the Taliban came and started shooting, no one was there to stop them. The policecame later, but didn’t do anything to protect us.WorkI have always had to work to help supporting my family. When I was little, I used to work as a rug weaver. We, several boys, were sitting side by side facing the vertical loom tying an endless amount of knots. The work was very hard, my back and arms were aching, and it was di cult to breathe because of the dust. I can still feel the scars on my head after being hit by the boss. He was around us all the time to make sure we worked fast and didn’t do any mistakes.Later I worked with my father constructing houses, mixing cement and carrying bricks.A while ago, my father got a water tanker truck and started to sell water. I liked that work, I helped to direct the truck into position, connect the water pipes from the truck, and ll up the tanks of those who would buy water.One day my father didn’t return from collecting water outside of town. The truck was found along the road, empty.The attack on the playgroundEarly one morning, when we were playing, some Taliban terrorists came on the bypass road near us. They stopped and started to shoot towards the playground. I ran as fast as I could and managed to hide behind a gravestone in the graveyard. Some of my friends didn’t make it, and were shot dead.61